breast ***

I did one of my best times on the breast.

His right hand felt at the same time for her breast.

The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast.

What sort of mother had held him to her breast?

She had let the book fall on to her breast.

She did not answer, but held his hand against her breast.

But he did, for a moment, only to give attention to the other breast.

I would not feel like a whole woman without a breast.

I took to them like a baby to the breast.

Looking in, I could see the side of her right breast.

They held me to their breast when I was young.

She was trying to bring the baby to her breast.

I saw you look the same way a while back when the girl put the child to her breast.

The girl did not need ask him why, and once again hope died within her breast.

And her breasts do not feel the way she had expected they would.

He thought about her breasts and how they had looked in the water.

She took my hand and moved it over her breast.

She had to take his hands and place them on her breasts.

She stood up and held the baby against her breast.

She took his head and held it against her breast.

She took his hands and put them over her breasts.

Then, he used both hands to play over her breasts.

He started with her breasts and worked his way down.

The other had three breasts and still another large growth on her side.

His hands were on her breasts and he was inside me.